Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.